I drift past these pinpricks of light
in the ocean where night is the tide,
side on to infinity where
destiny awaits me,

I have an idea
that she's already here
beside me.

Excitement with intent
and
I aim to please,
have you ever seen roses
like these?
she says,
'no'

That's how to flow and
I grow as I drift past
the pinpricks that shift
as my vision expands,

but
these hallucinations are induced
by those who ****** me
and infinitely more dangerous
than the vastness of space.

Sour Wine

I feel
Your fingers
In between
My ribs
Trying
To
Pull
Something out
I really
Don’t know
What,
I’m
Just trying
To put
All of
My olives
Back
In the jar
They
Have spilt
All over
The table-
The pasta
Has boiled
Over
Turned to
Mush
The wine
Sour
Left-over
From
Last night
Someone
Has ashed
In it
And you
You
Keep
Pushing
And poking
Twisting it
Like
A Thomas
Who
Does not
Doubt
I doubt
I wonder
Where
Is my
Next breath
Coming from
Will
I ever
Fit into
My pants
Be able
To walk
Without
A cane
In my mind
I’m trying to figure out
Where
To go
What to do
With
Pasta mush
And a
Bottle of
Sour wine

Out of all subjects of love my dear,
You are my favorite.

hands to clap
caress
heal

hold the gun
knife
fist

Night

The night time comes like fire
Burning her with flames
She lays in bed just waiting
Until the light of day
The demons dancing around her in every sleepy thought
She can't escape the memories
In the back of her mind they haunt
Dark is for demons that waltz in her bed
Dark are the thoughts that are dancing in her head
Dark doesn't describe the feelings of terror
Like looking at yourself in a half broken mirror
Piece by piece, falling apart
She didn't deserve this, She has such a big heart
But the scars that cover it make a light that shines bright
Sometimes you can even see it shining in her eyes
For every dark day, comes a much brighter sky
Just stay strong my darling, the sun will always rise.

Breanna Dixon